As long as he accidentally falls asleep, he will be beaten mercilessly! In addition, he will be thrown into ice water in the twelfth lunar month of winter, just because, in this way, he will get sick.
Whenever he is sick, the man called the father will come to visit them.
Day after day, the man never noticed that his son became more and more indifferent and withdrawn.
Until later—
"call!!"
Wen Zheng woke up suddenly, his eyes were dark, with a splitting headache, and finally fell asleep, he had a nightmare again.
In his dream, he was tied to a chair and watched the crazy woman lay down in the bathtub with a knife, and cut it on his wrist with a single knife. The blood quickly stained red water.
"Wen Zheng, I thought you were very useful! Now I found out that he doesn't love me! He doesn't love me! He doesn't love you even more! Even if you are his only son!"
The woman's crazy voice, in front of him, finally gradually fainted. Finally, she slipped into the water feebly, closing her eyes forever.
It seemed that he was blushing in front of him, Wen Zheng panting heavily, he bent his legs, his tall body all curled up into the chair, looking a bit fragile.
The white and full forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat.
Su Kui sat opposite Wen Zheng, in fact, she had been in since ten minutes ago.
It was just that Wen Zheng didn't seem to be sleeping well, but seeing the blackness under his eyes and the foundation that was hard to hide, she hesitated and chose not to wake him up.
The girl was slender and fragile, like a broken finger, almost touching his forehead.
This was the first picture Wen Zheng saw after opening his eyes and regaining his vision.
"who are you?"
Wen Zhengyi grasped Su Kui's wrist and squeezed it fiercely.
His tone was very cold, with cold eyes, looking at the girl who was very close to him in front of him. If he doesn't wake up, what does this girl want to do to him
Those crazy fans again
Thinking of this, Wen Zheng's eyes became colder.
"You'd better explain your details before I call the security guard, otherwise, I think you won't want to try as a consequence."
Wen Zheng's faint narrative did not seem to be a threat at all.
"Um..." Su Kui curled her lips weakly, a ring of crystal tears quickly accumulated in her big eyes, but she resisted not crying.
"Before I speak, can you, can you let go of my hand? My bones are about to be broken by you..."
Su Kui looked at Wen Zheng pitifully, and whispered.
The wrists in the palms are very thin, the skin is very delicate, and the temperature is like warm jade, which is very comfortable.
This is Wen Zheng's second cognition.
He frowned, quickly loosened her wrist, and saw that the red and purple mark had appeared on it, and he was a little bit annoyed.
Damn it!
He pursed his lips, and said to Su Kui impatiently: "Now, you can tell your purpose and your details," Wen Zheng finished speaking, raised his wrists, looked at the time, and was away from the broker's office. Half an hour of talking, there are five minutes left.
"I will give you three minutes to explain before my agent returns."
In fact, Wen Zheng was ready, and Su Kui took out a stack of postcards from his bag and got him ready to sign.
He stared at Su Kui's movements and saw her put her hand into the bag, her brows frowning tighter and tighter.
"Enough, as a fan of mine, I think you should understand a little bit, I never give an autograph to a fan!!"